Chapter 99

• It was the dead of night, and I was in the PR department of Golden Age Entertainment, drowning in a mess I hadn’t caused Denzel’s drunk driving scandal, the kind of disaster that could ruin careers. My head was already pounding when my phone buzzed against the desk. I was ready to toss it aside in irritation, but the caller ID stopped me cold.
• “CEO Damien.”
• My heart seized, sweat prickling down my back as I snapped upright and grabbed the phone.